"Thank you for visiting the Saxon Shore ...

[tamaranth]

... please call again."

The wondrous ladymoonray took me to the beach at Whitstable this afternoon.

We did the usual things: picnic, paddling and poi. (No swimming as we did not have costumes with us). This was the first time I'd had a chance to play with my poi (a Christmas present) and it was remarkably painless -- though inelegant. Shall practice.

Why yes, it is January.




NB: 'The Saxon Shore' is a Wetherspoons pub in Herne Bay. The only place open on a Sunday afternoon, it also serves hot chocolate, latte and chips. But where is Carausias when you need him, hmm?

Comments

[marypcb.livejournal.com]

poi look gloriously fun... looking back, one of the things that makes me wonder about the detatched state I was in over the summer is that I thought about wanting to play with them at your picnic but didn't get enthusiastic enough about it even seriously consider asking and they're the kind of thing I normally adore.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

I have no problem watching a poi practitioner. But I am only too aware of my total lack of coordination, so if I attempted to use it I would either end up wrapped up like Tom Kitten, wrapping up spectators in a similar manner, or smashing everything breakable within a 5ft radius.

I would also like to point out that due to the motion blur in the photos, it looks as though we are witnessing a new variant - flaming poi!

[swisstone.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's nothing new about flaming poi, as many others here will tell you.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Tying people up AND setting light to them - the possibilities for a horrifying disaster increase...